General Hospital. We were immediately assaulted by the smell of antiseptic cle

going?” I asked Kayla, a

find us and show us around.” she replied, heading over t

p at us from behind her desk before returning to examine he

ther and knows th

ok’s office. Before our eyes the ice-queen melted and suddenly the receptionist was bubbly and w

d from the psychiatric ward and suffers from delusions of being a rec

ng around her neck in true doctor fashion. Looking at her made me think of an

white, shapeless dresses to put over our clothes and a matching apron. “Hand these back to me at the end of the day

ppearance by ridding them of their shapeless form. Hair tied back and forms in hand, we joined Dr Cook. She began her tour by explaining what was expected of us. For instance, we were only

eading over to Neurology to help my husband.” she moti

oors of the Neurology ward reminded me strangely of the gates of Hades as they were depicted in one of my

ted me warmly, grabbing my hand in his. “Welcome to my playgrou

. A thick mop of blonde hair sat upon his round face, stylish glasses perched on h

bandages covering the top half of their heads; the remains of surgery, no doubt. It reminded me quit

an stomach a place like this or would you rather go

of being guarded like a criminal in the maternity ward

d that the “L” shaped ward consisted of two separate sections with two separate types of patients. The first section was reserved for those patients who had had brain trauma or brain surgery, these patients were under constant supervision just in case something went wrong therefore their beds

never wake up, but if one does then the monitors beside their beds will set off the alarms at

lete oblivion to the rest of the world. “Do they know that we’r

ven though coma patients are unresponsive, all of their senses still work. They can most l

aid, and yet the nurse spoke as if they would never wake up. We turned and walked back to the station where Doc wa

rapy to help them use their limbs and talk properly again; I couldn’t imagine what that might be like. By the time it was lunch my mind was in turmoil. I had asked Doc about each and every one of his surgery patients until he eventually gave up and asked the patient

had to go into surgery so he left me in the care of the nurses who sent me on menial erran

ly gets one of us to do it but since we’ve got

probably being aware of my presence, I thought it best to introduce myself to them. I walked from bed to bed cautiously, as if any loud noise or sudden movement would wake them. Each patient’s name was written above their bed in bold writing along with the date they had been admitted. One of t

n clearly older than 30, the guy who occupied this bed looked closer to my age. Looking down at him, I had to resist the urge to touch him. His coal-black hair, a bit longer than I usually liked, swept across his forehead and matched h

n as I sat down to read Sherlock Holmes aloud. Always an avid reader, I lost my

mily members are here to see the coma patients.” she smiled as she ushered

does no one know any details about him?”

across the nurse’s fa

clothes. The police department searched through all the missing persons reports but no one h

had been sent home earlier by her mother. Apparently she had thrown up all over a patient whose bandages were be

my volunteering had gone. Filling them in while I ate dinner helped me

t the day ran like a low budget movie. I think that I may have found my calling in that ward, and I

e first night I